
The attitude of a New Yorker toward New York City, like the city itself, evolves over time.
When I first moved to the city in the nineties, I was a hungry young artist, eager to add my name to the endless list of bohemian aspirants who have come to New York to work on their dreams. I therefore considered the East Village the ideal place to live, and all other neighborhoods, whatever their charms, felt less like home.
But I wound up on the Upper East Side instead, and after a period …








